Cheep!

Tiny Deadlock does not act like his counterparts, the Tiny Drift, does. He prefers being grouchy and hissy but enjoys the occasional tummy rub and finial scritches. He should not be confused with his much larger counterpart, Deadlock, as he doesn't have the means to actually kill anyone other than through cuteness. Also, giving him treats usually disarms him enough to be picked up and cuddled with like a kitten. [AU IDW Deadlock RP blog. Will RP with anyone and everyone. No M!As]

[tinydeadlock]

Crawling away from her brothers and carrier, Highspeed cheeps at her sire, demanding attention.

He had noticed his daughter crawling towards him and moved to lay with her, curling up around her with love and warmth pulsing in the parental bond. “My daughter…” He whispered as he held Highspeed close.

[tiny-drift]

Highspeed chattered happily as her sire curled around her, squealing and patting his plating. Amused by the noise, she giggled and cuddled against him, adoration pulsing from her end of the bond.

[tinydeadlock]

His expression softened as he watched her, marveling at how he helped create her and her brothers to begin with while he held Highspeed close. He didn’t want to let anyone hurt his creations or his mate and he knew that it was going to be more than important that he kept the rest of the flock from causing them trouble. The adoration was responded to with love and warmth while Deadlock chittered and chirred lovingly to his offspring, nuzzling her in the process while stroking her tiny back with a hand.

[tiny-drift]

Stretching as he woke, Drift chittered uneasily. Speedtrap and Swiftstripe were right here, but where was Highspeed? Lifting his helm, he relaxed as he caught sight of her and Deadlock.

Unaware of the scare she’d given her carrier, Highspeed cheeped happily at her sire, cuddling against him.

[tinydeadlock]

He sensed his mate waking up and looked to Drift, chirring soothingly to him while pulsing love and warmth through their bond. The soft smile that came was accompanied by purring as Deadlock cuddled with Highspeed and carefully moved to scoot closer to her carrier and siblings. He didn't feel like waking up her brothers but knew that it would make his mate feel better if they were closer.

[tinydeadlock]

Crawling away from her brothers and carrier, Highspeed cheeps at her sire, demanding attention.

He had noticed his daughter crawling towards him and moved to lay with her, curling up around her with love and warmth pulsing in the parental bond. “My daughter…” He whispered as he held Highspeed close.

[tiny-drift]

Highspeed chattered happily as her sire curled around her, squealing and patting his plating. Amused by the noise, she giggled and cuddled against him, adoration pulsing from her end of the bond.

[tinydeadlock]

His expression softened as he watched her, marveling at how he helped create her and her brothers to begin with while he held Highspeed close. He didn’t want to let anyone hurt his creations or his mate and he knew that it was going to be more than important that he kept the rest of the flock from causing them trouble. The adoration was responded to with love and warmth while Deadlock chittered and chirred lovingly to his offspring, nuzzling her in the process while stroking her tiny back with a hand.

[tiny-drift]

Stretching as he woke, Drift chittered uneasily. Speedtrap and Swiftstripe were right here, but where was Highspeed? Lifting his helm, he relaxed as he caught sight of her and Deadlock.

Unaware of the scare she’d given her carrier, Highspeed cheeped happily at her sire, cuddling against him.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock didn't miss the uneasy chittering from his mate nor did he miss the scared sensation that ran through the bond when Drift looked for Highspeed. Purring quietly, the Decepticon pulsed comfort and soothing feelings through the bond and cheeped back to his daughter,

"She is safe, my mate." He said quietly, making sure to put to rest his bondmate's fears.

[tinydeadlock]

Crawling away from her brothers and carrier, Highspeed cheeps at her sire, demanding attention.

He had noticed his daughter crawling towards him and moved to lay with her, curling up around her with love and warmth pulsing in the parental bond. “My daughter…” He whispered as he held Highspeed close.

[tiny-drift]

Highspeed chattered happily as her sire curled around her, squealing and patting his plating. Amused by the noise, she giggled and cuddled against him, adoration pulsing from her end of the bond.

[tinydeadlock]

His expression softened as he watched her, marveling at how he helped create her and her brothers to begin with while he held Highspeed close. He didn't want to let anyone hurt his creations or his mate and he knew that it was going to be more than important that he kept the rest of the flock from causing them trouble. The adoration was responded to with love and warmth while Deadlock chittered and chirred lovingly to his offspring, nuzzling her in the process while stroking her tiny back with a hand.

[tinydeadlock]

Crawling away from her brothers and carrier, Highspeed cheeps at her sire, demanding attention.

He had noticed his daughter crawling towards him and moved to lay with her, curling up around her with love and warmth pulsing in the parental bond. "My daughter..." He whispered as he held Highspeed close.

[tiny-drift]

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock’s optics dimmed slightly at how small and vulnerable their children were. Carefully, he made sure to move Drift enough so he could rest against the wall of the nest before going to tend to the little ones. He knew the cloth he brought to clean them with was a good idea.

Carefully and gently, he lifted each in turn to clean off the afterbirth from their frames. In this process, he learned to identify them each by scent as well as appearance. Once they were clean, he wrapped them into different pockets of the cloth and held them close with quiet clicks and chirring while shifting to sit back down beside his mate.

"Our children are here, my mate." He said softly before kissing Drift on the forehelm and moving to place the sparklings between them.

[tiny-drift]

Drift curled up a little, relaxing into a little strutless pile. Deadlock could carry if they had any more.

The first sparkling squeaked as he was picked up, protesting as he was lifted away from the warmth of his siblings. Those squeaks of complaint were replaced with chirps, the little one nuzzling against Deadlock’s hands as he was dried off.

His frame was a mix of his parents’, more of Drift’s brighter colors, orange optics, red stripes on his finials. He purred happily as he was wrapped up, snuggling into the cloth.

The second complained as well, trying to grab Deadlock’s digits as he cleaned and dried the wet frame. A little femme, her frame was like her carrier’s, slightly curvier, her colors mostly black and red. Red optics watched her sire as she was wrapped up.

The third, smaller than his siblings, was almost identical to his sire, his bright blue optics the only difference. He fussed like his siblings, squirming in Deadlock’s hands.

Tucked between their creators, all three started cheeping, soft, tired noises. Drift curled against Deadlock, touching their sparklings, and chirred softly.

[tinydeadlock]

He curled protectively with his sons, daughter and mate. Now that he was a sire and able to see his sparklings, he knew more about what he would have to do to protect his family. He would have to protect his children from being targeted by the flock in regards to him being their sire.

"I love you." He whispered to his family. He kept his sensors alert for any sign that anyone would be coming before falling into recharge with them.

[tiny-drift]

[tiny-drift]

He whimpered as Deadlock moved him, clutching at his mate. “It’ll stop soon, right?” His instincts had kicked in by now, he knew their sparklings were coming.

The pain in his frame settled just above his valve, accompanied by intense pressure. He moaned in pain, his optics squeezing shut.

Drift yelped at the sudden feeling of his calipers opening, something pushing against the top of his valve, wailing in pain as his sensitive mesh stretched around it.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock reached into subspace and pulled out the tiny pain-killer that Ratchet gave him for such an occasion. It was strong enough for his mate but not strong enough to knock him unconscious. Once he managed to administer it, he placed a kiss to Drift’s finial and chittered soothingly.

"Keep cycling your vents evenly, my mate, and focus on pushing our sparklings out." He said quietly while moving to hold a hand.

[tiny-drift]

Drift warbled gratefully as the pain faded. The pressure was still there, still enough to be uncomfortable, but Drift leaned his helm against his bondmate’s shoulder. He could only relax a moment though, the need to push becoming too strong.

It took a little while, Drift grunting with the effort of pushing, and finally a little bundle of wet metal slid out of him. It squirmed, the movements uncoordinated as it clicked.

Drift flopped back, already feeling his energy dipping. Ratchet had said there were three, right? He could feel something moving inside him, the pressure slowly building up again.

[tinydeadlock]

He held his mate close, wanting to clean up their sparkling but knowing there were two others coming. Deadlock clicked and chirped to the child, paternal instincts to protect and nurture coming out. But Drift needed him still.

"Two more, my mate." He said quietly, bringing the hand in his up to kiss the back of it. "You’re doing good."

[tiny-drift]

Drift whined, hearing the newborn clicking. His instincts urged him to pick their sparkling up, hold it close, keep it warm. And at the same time, to stay where he was, to push again, because he could feel his valve stretching again.

The second sparkling quickly joined the first, squirming and clicking. Drift chittered in distress, too tired to sit upright to see them.

He could feel a deep ache starting in his struts and valve, and whimpered softly. Almost over, right? Squeezing Deadlock’s hand, he started pushing again.

The third came out, another tiny voice joining the first two in dismayed clicking. The first newborn quieted, wriggled towards his darker colored sibling, seeking warmth. The smallest clicked softly, shivering as his siblings curled together.

Drift just flopped back, too tired to move. The pressure was gone, replaced by that deep ache.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock's optics dimmed slightly at how small and vulnerable their children were. Carefully, he made sure to move Drift enough so he could rest against the wall of the nest before going to tend to the little ones. He knew the cloth he brought to clean them with was a good idea.

Carefully and gently, he lifted each in turn to clean off the afterbirth from their frames. In this process, he learned to identify them each by scent as well as appearance. Once they were clean, he wrapped them into different pockets of the cloth and held them close with quiet clicks and chirring while shifting to sit back down beside his mate.

"Our children are here, my mate." He said softly before kissing Drift on the forehelm and moving to place the sparklings between them.

[tiny-drift]

[tiny-drift]

He whimpered as Deadlock moved him, clutching at his mate. “It’ll stop soon, right?” His instincts had kicked in by now, he knew their sparklings were coming.

The pain in his frame settled just above his valve, accompanied by intense pressure. He moaned in pain, his optics squeezing shut.

Drift yelped at the sudden feeling of his calipers opening, something pushing against the top of his valve, wailing in pain as his sensitive mesh stretched around it.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock reached into subspace and pulled out the tiny pain-killer that Ratchet gave him for such an occasion. It was strong enough for his mate but not strong enough to knock him unconscious. Once he managed to administer it, he placed a kiss to Drift’s finial and chittered soothingly.

"Keep cycling your vents evenly, my mate, and focus on pushing our sparklings out." He said quietly while moving to hold a hand.

[tiny-drift]

Drift warbled gratefully as the pain faded. The pressure was still there, still enough to be uncomfortable, but Drift leaned his helm against his bondmate’s shoulder. He could only relax a moment though, the need to push becoming too strong.

It took a little while, Drift grunting with the effort of pushing, and finally a little bundle of wet metal slid out of him. It squirmed, the movements uncoordinated as it clicked.

Drift flopped back, already feeling his energy dipping. Ratchet had said there were three, right? He could feel something moving inside him, the pressure slowly building up again.

[tinydeadlock]

He held his mate close, wanting to clean up their sparkling but knowing there were two others coming. Deadlock clicked and chirped to the child, paternal instincts to protect and nurture coming out. But Drift needed him still.

"Two more, my mate." He said quietly, bringing the hand in his up to kiss the back of it. "You're doing good."

[tiny-drift]

[tiny-drift]

He whimpered as Deadlock moved him, clutching at his mate. “It’ll stop soon, right?” His instincts had kicked in by now, he knew their sparklings were coming.

The pain in his frame settled just above his valve, accompanied by intense pressure. He moaned in pain, his optics squeezing shut.

Drift yelped at the sudden feeling of his calipers opening, something pushing against the top of his valve, wailing in pain as his sensitive mesh stretched around it.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock reached into subspace and pulled out the tiny pain-killer that Ratchet gave him for such an occasion. It was strong enough for his mate but not strong enough to knock him unconscious. Once he managed to administer it, he placed a kiss to Drift's finial and chittered soothingly.

"Keep cycling your vents evenly, my mate, and focus on pushing our sparklings out." He said quietly while moving to hold a hand.

[tiny-drift]

[tiny-drift]

He grabbed for his mate, whining softly. “Hurts. Can’t get comfortable.” Drift curled himself against his mate, nuzzling into the darker plating.

Moments later he was squirming around again, whining in pain as it intensified briefly. As soon as it passed, he buried his face against Deadlock’s chest again.

[tinydeadlock]

He held Drift close, chirring soothingly while rubbing his back slowly. He knew the basic information on giving birth but never experienced it himself. Though watching his other half in such pain…

"You may have to open your interface panel for this." He murmured into his mate’s audial, massaging a finial slowly. "I’ll help you through it."

[tiny-drift]

Drift leaned into the touches on his finial, optics half shut as he relaxed a little. His squirming slowed as he cheeped gratefully.

He wasn’t entirely sure why Deadlock was asking him to open up, but he did so. “It’ll stop hurting soon, right?” Almost as soon as he stopped speaking, he felt something shift suddenly and yipped in surprise.

Clear fluid began leaking from his valve, and Drift chittered, unsettled.

[tinydeadlock]

His optics dimmed at the sight of the fluid. He had been right in asking his mate to open his interface panel. Shifting slightly, he placed the dry cloth beneath Drift's legs and moved him enough to be sitting on it.

"You'll have to push them out of your valve, my mate." Deadlock whispered gently, one hand massaging his other half's back while the other held him up carefully. "I'm not going to leave you alone."

[tiny-drift]

[tiny-drift]

He grabbed for his mate, whining softly. “Hurts. Can’t get comfortable.” Drift curled himself against his mate, nuzzling into the darker plating.

Moments later he was squirming around again, whining in pain as it intensified briefly. As soon as it passed, he buried his face against Deadlock’s chest again.

[tinydeadlock]

He held Drift close, chirring soothingly while rubbing his back slowly. He knew the basic information on giving birth but never experienced it himself. Though watching his other half in such pain...

"You may have to open your interface panel for this." He murmured into his mate's audial, massaging a finial slowly. "I'll help you through it."

[tiny-drift]

New arrivals

Alone in the nest, Drift flailed around, whining in frustration.  He couldn’t get comfortable.  No matter how he laid or sat or stood, it wasn’t making the ache go away.

And it was getting worse.  He flopped onto his side, whimpering as he curled up.  It felt like something was going to burst out of him.

The pain spiked, Drift shrieking loud enough to be heard outside the cabinet his nest was tucked in.  He wanted his mate, pulsing that want through the bond with Deadlock.

[tinydeadlock]

Deadlock felt the sensations from his mate through their bond and rushed to the nest as quickly as he could, ignoring the other flockmates that tried to hamper his speed. He growled and bowled straight through them all after transforming to alt mode and racing into the medibay. He had a mate to help through giving birth and he wasn't about to let them stop him.

Once he was there in the cabinet, he chirred soothingly to Drift and climbed into the nest, pulling one of the cloths Ratchet left beside the nest over so he could properly help the tiny swordsmech. "I'm here, my mate. Just try to get comfortable, okay?" He said softly and comfortingly.

[tinydeadlock]

Yes hello, your new bondmate is just going to wander over and flop on you. He's tired.

He smiles faintly and purrs softly while pulling Drift close, enjoying the closeness. “My mate…” He murmurs while curling around him.

[tiny-drift]

Drift cheeps and happily curls against his mate, purring and nuzzling him. “My Deadlock.” He chirps softly.

[tinydeadlock]

He pulses love and warmth through their bond, entangling his limbs with his mate’s and placing small kisses on Drift’s forehelm. “Feeling well?”

[tiny-drift]

Drift giggles as he’s kissed, enjoying the attention as he pulses love and contentment back to his mate. “Tired. An’ hungry a lot.” He’s not too concerned about it though.

[tinydeadlock]

"I’ll make sure to get you more energon." He said softly, nuzzling and purring while holding his sparkmate close. "If the others bug you please tell me and I’ll chase them away."

[tiny-drift]

Nuzzling into the embrace, Drift cheeped happily. “Ratchet’s shooing them away from my nest. Our nest.” Of course there was the pair that usually managed to slip by the medic, but they were friendly enough, still liked Drift, avoided Deadlock.

[tinydeadlock]

"Good, I'm glad he does." Deadlock murmured, stroking his mate's back and pulsing love through their bond. He was going to ask Ratchet to examine Drift to make sure he was okay, knowing that there was a good, strong chance the tiny swordsmech was carrying. "I'll take care of you and protect you."

[tinydeadlock]

Yes hello, your new bondmate is just going to wander over and flop on you. He's tired.

He smiles faintly and purrs softly while pulling Drift close, enjoying the closeness. “My mate…” He murmurs while curling around him.

[tiny-drift]

Drift cheeps and happily curls against his mate, purring and nuzzling him. “My Deadlock.” He chirps softly.

[tinydeadlock]

He pulses love and warmth through their bond, entangling his limbs with his mate’s and placing small kisses on Drift’s forehelm. “Feeling well?”

[tiny-drift]

Drift giggles as he’s kissed, enjoying the attention as he pulses love and contentment back to his mate. “Tired. An’ hungry a lot.” He’s not too concerned about it though.

[tinydeadlock]

"I'll make sure to get you more energon." He said softly, nuzzling and purring while holding his sparkmate close. "If the others bug you please tell me and I'll chase them away."

[tinydeadlock]

Yes hello, your new bondmate is just going to wander over and flop on you. He's tired.

He smiles faintly and purrs softly while pulling Drift close, enjoying the closeness. “My mate…” He murmurs while curling around him.

[tiny-drift]

Drift cheeps and happily curls against his mate, purring and nuzzling him. “My Deadlock.” He chirps softly.

[tinydeadlock]

He pulses love and warmth through their bond, entangling his limbs with his mate's and placing small kisses on Drift's forehelm. "Feeling well?"

[tinydeadlock]

Yes hello, your new bondmate is just going to wander over and flop on you. He's tired.

He smiles faintly and purrs softly while pulling Drift close, enjoying the closeness. "My mate..." He murmurs while curling around him.

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[tinydeadlock]

Shunned from the flock?

He carried his mate to the little nest he had in the medibay vents, where the others in their flock dared not enter. The tiny swordsmech fell asleep on the way there and Deadlock felt it to be his responsibility to get Drift to a place where he could rest. They interfaced for the first time and he knew that their flockmates would not like that. Once in the vent space inside Ratchet's office, he laid his mate down into the nest of rags and super soft polishing cloths before sitting down beside him.